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Dangerous Affairs

A/N: This is the first time I've written something that's formostly about love and the complications that surrounds it (No vampires, war etc.) I didn't really plan on writing this, it just kinda happened. So, on with the first chapter, enjoy)

WARNING: This is a HG/GW fic, and there's almost some sexual content down there, nothing biggy, just a... touchy touchy moment..

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Chapter One: Disappointment and Desire

"Get down from there, Crookshanks," The bushy haired brunette shoved her cat down from the train window and onto the table. "You're far too curious, it wont do you any good," The cat looked at her and meowed. "I speak of experience, you should know." Hermione muttered as she buried her nose in her book on magical injuries and how to cure them.

Her concentration skills was to be admired; the sky outside was illuminated by lightening and the thunder was howling through the abnormally dark day. Even the two boys holding her company in the small train compartment didn't bother her, and they were making quite a racket trying to catch the redhead's manic owl. The experience would probably teach Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter a few things, like for example the fact that owls are not very easy to catch once you are stupid enough to let them out of their cages in a moving train. That poor owl was probably confused by the many sounds and the jumping boys, Hermione truly pitied Pigweadon.

"Stop reading and start helping, 'Mione!" Ron shouted as he jumped from one side of the compartment to the other, missing Hermione's book by mere inches.

She stood up, slammed her book onto the table, and pulled out her wand, "You might want to remember, Ronald, that you are now seventeen - hard to believe, I know - and you can practise magic wherever you want," She flicked her wand and thought 'Accio Pigweadon'. The owl came zooming into her hand. "So I highly suggest you try to use your magical abilities, though they may not be utter perfection at all times." She snapped at him, her cheeks getting warm from the building fury.

His face was now the same shade of red as his hair, "Sorry 'Mione..." He muttered and took the owl from her, stuffing it in it's cage. She couldn't help but to feel annoyed with the two of them, sometimes they seemed to be forgetting that they were of age and not eleven any longer.

"Don't get yourself all worked up, Hermione, I know you love us too much to hurt us," Harry said with a taunting smirk. "Besides, who else would you have to correct if you didn't have the two of us? Admit it, we're too bloody gorgeous to dump." Harry put his arm around Ron, smiling like a true Lockhart impersonater. He had gotten a little too caught up in himself over the summer; seemingly he thought Hermione had a 'thing' for him, and not only Hermione; but the entire population of girls in the entire world. He was a pompous bastard, she had to admit, but he was right about one thing; she did love him. In a friendly manner of course.

"Get over yourself, Harry." She said and shook her head, returning to her book.

The years had gone by so fast, and she had grown into someone that was far from the person she expected to be. She had fought evil(and good at times), broken dozens of rules and never had she regretted it. She had fallen in love and she had experienced heartbreak, she had grown a healthy and more womanly body over the past three years and that was something she was rather pleased about. Not too many called her a bookworm any longer, it was odd how people seemed to have a different perspective on her as a person and a fellow student after she had recieved a few curves from whom it might be that control this universe. Anyway, the most unthinkable thing happened to her last year, but it was something she had expected for some time. Unconciously ofcourse, she had denied it in her head, but she had to face the concequences, which were quite delightful at the time. Not many knew though, only a few had been let in on her little secret. One of those was her best-friend Ginny Weasley.

The rest of the trip was rather quiet, and before they knew it, they were approaching the castle by the name of Hogwarts; the best place Hermione had ever known.

The horsecarriages were waiting for them, but first Hermione wanted to find Ginny, she hadn't seen her on the train. Hermione pulled her trunk over the muddy grass, tightly hugging herself to keep the cold and the rain out. She walked for a good ten minutes without any luck. It would be quite easy spotting her in the herd of students, she was a bit taller than most of the girls and her hair was like a burning torch between all the grey and black scenery. Hermione walked out of the crowd and turned to get a better look at the gang of students strolling by.

"Gin?" She thought she'd seen a flicker of red in the corner of her eye and turned only to see her friend cast herself into the arms of Gregory Goyle, a most displeasing sight to say the least. Hermione was stunned, she couldn't quite grasp the image that was forming in front of her. Ginny was wrapped around the big muscular body of the dumbest Slytherin she'd ever met; and they were sharing a passionate kiss. There were several trees blocking them from the rest of the students, and Hermione wished she'd never seen them standing there in the rain like a pair of lovers.

"I'll never forget..." Hermione heard Ginny tell him, kissing his short neck.

He was smiling, "I wont either, Ginny," His low masculine voice said back before he buried his face in her copper curls.

Hermione's stomach gave a jolt, she felt sick and she couldn't stand and watch any longer, she had to talk to her. "Ginny," She hissed as she got close. "May I have a word?"

Ginny was obviously surprised at Hermione's presence, because she almost shoved Gregory into the dirt and was barely able to stand on her own, "Hermione," She squeaked. "There you are!" Her tone was surprised and high-pitched.

"Yes," Hermione said sternly. "And there you are."

Ginny let out a nervous laugh before answering, "Yeah, I sure am." She let her gaze fall to the ground.

Goyle kissed her on the cheek and walked towards the carriages. "See you around, Red."

"Why, Ginny?" Hermione asked, a strangled and hurt sound to her voice. Goyle was out of hearing range by then, but she whispered anyways. Ginny was Hermiones' secret; her secret girlfriend for almost a year.

Ginny sighed, stepping forward to get rid of the long distance between them. "I'm not a little girl anymore Herm. I want many things, I thought you'd understand that by now. You've always been the smart one," Ginny said as she caressed Hermione's cheek. "Besides, I've told you so many times that I'm bi if that's your concern."

Hermione bit her lip, "But I thought..." She was cut of.

"I know what you think, Hermione, I know what you feel, and I feel the same, but I'm not of the monogamous type," Hermione strangled a sob that turned into a sigh instead, causing Ginny to put her arms around her for comfort. "If you wanna be with me, you'll have to accept that I cant just pass out on all the opportunities I get, I'm still only 16 you know." Ginny said as if it was nothing to fool around and shag others than the one you consider your girlfriend.

Hermione was on the verge of tears, but knew she had to keep them inside. "Alright, tonight then?" She straightened up and pulled away from Ginny, a playful but soft look upon her face.

"Seriously?" Ginny furrowed her eyebrows.

Hermione gave a sarcastic smile and shook her head, "No, I just wanted to see if you've had enough pleasure from that bloody Slytherin to ever want to come back to me," Ginny could hear the anger rising in Hermione's voice. "I hope you're satisfied, Ginny, you can go play in that little snake pit of yours, but don't you EVER come knocking at my door again!" Hermione yelled and raised her fist, putting all her gathered force into a blow. She hit Ginny hard, maybe a little too hard.

Ginny fell limp to the ground, her lip bleeding and her eyes wide in shock. Hermione fell on her knees beside her, she had never meant to knock her all the way down to the ground, she just wanted to make her hurt. Ginny looked at her and winced as Hermione repaired the cut on her lip. The side of her face was starting to bruise, but still her white pristine skin was the most beautiful Hermione had ever seen. She wanted to bury herself into the eternity those emerald eyes were offering her, but that fantasy was too deceitful to ever come true. She placed her arms around her, pushing the slender body close to her own and lifted her from the ground. Ginny whimpered as Hermione felt her cheek, but she found Hermione's lips and instantly had the brunette in a liplock. The pouring rain fell on their slick skin and cooled down their fierce romance, but the two girls kept touching and kissing, their hands roaming each others body.

Ginny had found her way in through Hermione's robes and she was caressing the tanned skin on her tummy. Hermione giggled as she lightly touched the sensitive skin right beneath her breasts. Her hands were warm and gentle, nothing like the cold rain.

Hermione was lost in a bundle of emotions; each and every one strangling her in an alluring embrace. She couldn't resist her bouncing curls and un-believable looks, not to mention her appealing and absorbing personality that had captivated Hermione's mind and held her as a mental prisoner for several years. She hated this, yet it was everything she had ever wanted.

The redhead traced the line around her breast and gently caressed the blushing skin, teasing her nipples. "Don't stop." Hermione muffled into Ginny's constant kisses.

"Never." Ginny moaned as Hermione wrapped one leg around her, pushing them closer together.

"I hope not." Someone said from behind the trees, scaring the two girls out of their trance.

Ginny ran behind the tree to check who had been watching them, but when she returned there was none with her. "I guess that he or she ran away, they were no where to be seen," Ginny said and smirked. "That means we're all alone again."

Hermione pushed her away and started walking towards the carriages, "No, not this time." And she felt a hot tear prickle down her cheek and circle it's way to her mouth. It tasted like salt, nothing like Ginny. She wanted to taste her, but she couldn't keep fooling herself like this. Ginny would never want her the same way Hermione wanted her. "Accio trunk!" Hermione shouted and jumped onto a carriage, her trunk soon landing beside her. The thestral noticed the movement in the carriage and set of towards the castle that glittered like a star in the darkness surrounding it.

"Hermione!" A voice called, desperate and hoarse.

She looked behind her where another thestral was closing in on them, carrying the only lust she had in this world. She was a looker, Hermione couldn't deny that. She had certantly grown up during the last year, but she still had that girlish charm about her. She loved Ginny's childish smile and the way her contagious laughter always rubbed off on her, making her day seem just a little bit brighter. "Give it up." Hermione said, flustered. She wasn't crying or anything, but she would begin to if Ginny didn't stop.

When they arrived by the front doors of Hogwarts, Hermione formostly wanted to keep going so that Ginny would have no chance talking to her, but that would never happen. They would probably end up in the same situation as they did the last time, and Hermione couldn't blame anyone but her weak self.

"You know I love you, Hermione," Ginny said, dropping down on her knees infront of her. "I would die if I didn't have you around me, you know that. I cant help myself when it comes to those casual shags, I'm not the type who sticks to one person."

"That's really pathetic, Ginny." Hermione said, her face rid of all emotion. "If you'll excuse me, I have a feast to attend to." She pushed past her and disappeared through the big oak doors, leaving her lover in the rain. Ginny heard her mutter something beneath her breath, something like; 'Casual shags, my ass... Unbelievable...'

She tried to think of something else as she marched into the Great Hall, and that was when the question struck her: Who was the person behind the trees? She would probably hear about her and Ginny's make-out session the next day, gossip was just as bad, if not worse, in the world of magic than in the muggle world. The odd part about it was that she couldn't see a single person leaving when she strode of to the carriage, that meant that this person would have to be real fast or bloody invisible, because she was almost running when she headed for the carriage.

She sighed and took a deep breath, brushing the wet hair back and tying it in a ponytail. Everyday she experienced this disappointment in herself, she was weak, but still she felt this hot burning desire roam her; it was controlling her.

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